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May 3, 2017

 

I was alive when Apollo flew

saw its flame, felt its heat

and I knew, deep in my heart

This. Was. Something. Special.

our own magnificent Thing

the Colossus of the Cape

bestriding life and dream

and in thunder uniting both

 


I was Alive when Apollo Flew
A poem by Peter Rhebergen

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